Journey of Words

Tag: Friendship

  • on the phone

    butterflies flutterin the well of my stomachwhen I hear your voice ~ CLP 3/10/2021 →

  • Dog

    I used to get confused about where I was supposed to be living. Was I supposed to be living with the woman and the man, or the other woman and the other man? It was never resolved as far I was concerned. There seemed no rationale for the frequent and irregular shifts of location for →

  • Café

    If you’re ever in that city I can recommend a reassuringly French restaurant below the station. It was the one he’d thought of first having left the bookshop with a collection of short stories by Maeve Kelly. An uncertain pause at a crossing to scan for traffic, led him to spot the art-deco whorls, carved →

  • on Friday night

    with dance macabrewe laugh at the masque of deathplay Russian roulette ~ n.b. What on Earth is going on? CLP 23/10/2021 →

  • on the phone

    there is something morethan just words, silences conveyour understanding ~ CLP 18/10/202 →

  • on water

    I’ve walked out this fareach wave lifts me off my feetdive in or retreat? ~ CLP 17/10/201 →

  • on autumn

    steamed up windscreen attracts a playful fingerthe smiley ghosts in and out of viewthrough October’s low sunsetsand at each evening condensationI know it was youI recognise that smile ~ CLP 13/10/2021 →

  • skirting

    the wave breakscoughs up kelpsplashes shingle up the beachrolls stones overbrushes out sandcatches air in pocketsmarks the tideline in thick foamy spumeleaves with a hissof bursting bubblesslips back into itselfgathers in its pleatsto unfurl them againbackfilling our footprintsproving nothingwaits for us ~ CLP 11/10/2021 →

  • on the beach

    at first sight oldolder than you and memuch olderWalking hand in handas we might from time to timein moments unconnected by conversation they stopped momentarilyso she could stoop to pick up a pebbleor a shell, or a flint, or to investigatea wave-shined glint of somethingthat caught her imaginationas he waited to be shown her find →

  • Sickle

    right in the handperfectly balancedas if part of my armslicing the airslicing my doubtsopening my skinbare to my heartopening me upletting light pour in ~ n.b. Yes, I believe. CLP 10/10/2021 →